Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.